"These damned idiots, they don't even realize they're in deep trouble!"
Outside the army camp on the grassland, the High Person Longxiang couldn't help but shout angrily.
This time, he and his junior brother Long Ling came together to persuade the tribal leaders who were leading the army, as well as the powerful figures from the various temples on the grassland who were accompanying the army. However, these people not only refused to listen to their advice, but also mocked and cursed them, and even kicked them out in the end.
It wasn't that he was boosting the morale of others while diminishing his own, but rather that the pressure that Wuming exerted on him at the Mount Heng Sword Sect that day was too terrifying, even enough to instantly kill him, Half-step Innate expert.
Since this kind of person claims to be able to annihilate an army of millions, he must have some kind of method. He dares not underestimate him in this regard.
Most importantly, this southward march of the steppe army clearly contained some calculations by the Central Plains people. They probably wanted to use the strength of their steppe army to deal with the Wuming.
Don't be fooled by how easily their grassland army crossed the border and even the Yellow River. Those people must have other backup plans. If they're not careful, these million grassland warriors could be wiped out.
What's even more infuriating is that those fools are so arrogant that they don't care about this point, thinking that with a million troops at their disposal, they can dominate the Central Plains and even reclaim the Central Plains like their ancestors.
Do they really think we're still in the Yuan Dynasty?
In fact, the martial arts world of the Central Plains and the martial arts world of the grasslands had long ago agreed that Half-step Innate experts from both sides should not cross the border in large numbers, otherwise it would be regarded as a provocation and they would be attacked by the other side, or even attract the real Innate Realm old monsters from the other side.
Therefore, only three Half-step Innate experts accompanied the grassland army this time, while the others were only at the Grandmaster level. They had absolutely no chance of winning against that Wuming.
Therefore, this was a war that was destined to be lost!
" Amitabha Buddha, life and death are predestined; this was their own choice, and our trip was not without effect!"
After chanting a Buddhist prayer, the Long Ling turned and glanced at the tens of thousands of people following behind him and his fellow disciples. A hint of joy finally appeared on his pale face.
These people were slaves in various tribes, doing the lowest jobs. They were not qualified to participate in the war and were only responsible for dirty and tiring work such as feeding and grooming horses. They were truly innocent.
So he used his position as the abbot of Five Wheels Temple to ask the tribal leaders for these poor people.
The tribal leaders didn't want to strain their relationship with the Half-step Innate expert, High Person Longxiang, and since it wasn't a big deal, they agreed.
They have no shortage of slaves anyway; at worst, they can just forcibly seize a batch from the Central Plains later.
And this was the only person the Long Ling could save!
The remaining fools, whose minds are blinded by ambition and greed, are beyond redemption.
"That's true, at least it saved the lives of over ten thousand people!"
Looking back at the tens of thousands of people following behind him, High Person Longxiang nodded dejectedly.
You have to understand, those are millions of men from the grasslands!
The two brothers didn't say anything more. They quickly arrived at the pontoon bridge behind the army and watched as tens of thousands of people crossed the Yellow River back to the north bank and continued their march towards the grassland. Only then did they reach a nearby mountain peak and look down at the army's camp in the distance.
They needed to see for themselves what kind of methods the Wuming possessed that gave him the confidence to annihilate an army of over a million. If the Wuming man didn't have such abilities, they wouldn't mind taking the opportunity to lure him back to the grasslands after the grassland army was defeated.
After all, those people below are their compatriots!
Leaving aside the changing thoughts of the little Long Ling, Wang Hao, on the other hand, descended Mount Heng and looked at the huskies frolicking around him, his face twitching repeatedly.
He hadn't expected Dingzhen the mounts Dingzhen had found would be a bunch of Siberian Huskies, and all of them were mutated versions.
Have you ever seen a husky grow to be ten feet tall at the shoulders and capable of carrying tens of thousands of kilograms?
These huskies each had hundreds of longswords strapped to their backs, weighing nearly 10,000 pounds, yet they still had the energy to jump and frolic. If the longswords hadn't been tied so securely, they probably would have been torn apart long ago.
There are a total of eighteen huskies here, all of whom are cubs born to the white wolf that Dingzhen is riding.
That white wolf was the one he had given to Dingzhen, who was Wangcai's former lover.
It's obviously impossible for a purebred white wolf in a wolf pack to produce a husky-like offspring; there must be some other hidden reason behind this.
"Looks like these little guys are all Wangcai's offspring!"
Looking at the huskies frolicking around him, Wang Hao seemed to be deep in thought.
"Second Master, please don't take offense. These dogs are very obedient, just a little mischievous."
Dingzhen lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Hao. The dog was too lively, and she, as its owner, felt very embarrassed at that moment.
"Is there anything you can even describe about that?"
Wang Hao's face twitched repeatedly as he watched the male husky hugging a large tree and making back-and-forth thrusting movements.
Just how thirsty must this thing be to stoop to such a depraved act towards a large tree?
Does he really want to have an interracial romance?
" White Twelve, come back here!"
Following Wang Hao's gaze, Dingzhen's Dingzhen face instantly turned bright red, then darkened, and she even flicked out a sword aura, piercing the big tree in half.
The temporary lover's death instantly humiliated the husky named White Twelve, who then slunk away with its tail between its legs to its mother, White Wolf.
"Keep an eye on them once you enter the battlefield, lest you get accidentally injured by my flying sword."
Looking at the other huskies still running around happily, Wang Hao covered his face in frustration.
Bringing a husky to the battlefield sounds like a recipe for disaster!
"Master, rest assured, your disciple will definitely keep a close eye on them!"
Dingzhen face paled, and she quickly nodded her head earnestly to show that she understood.
Then Dingzhen hardened his heart and put the large bundle of collars hanging on the side of the Big White under him onto the necks of the huskies, and put a steel chain on them to lead them.
With an average strength of tens of thousands, these huskies were naturally beyond the control of these collars and chains. However, with the threat of Dingzhen's sword energy, no matter how unruly these huskies were, they had no choice but to obediently follow behind their mother, the Big White.
Wang Hao wasn't idle either. He used the magnetic field to control the Sword One, carefully running his fingers over the blades and using his Innate Qi and Divine Sense to perform initial refining.
In fact, this refining technique was something I overheard by chance in the Jiuli Tribe in my previous life in the Primordial World era. It didn't belong to the Jiuli Tribe's secret method, but rather came from the Yellow Emperor Tribe.
Once, the blacksmith who taught him blacksmithing had a sudden inspiration and wanted to find a way to counter the divine weapons of the Yellow Emperor Tribe. He specially obtained the Yellow Emperor Tribe's tribe's secret method of Spirit Refinement for research, and his Primordial World life in the prehistoric world recorded some tips and tricks.
Although they were just some simple tips, they were enough for him.
Therefore, the refining secret method that combines Innate Qi with Divine Sense was deduced and perfected based on this. The greatest advantage of the longsword refined using Innate Qi and Divine Sense is that it can enhance the sword's ability to withstand magnetic force.
For example, for an unrefined longsword, he can currently apply a magnetic force of 20,000 to 30,000 jin at most. But once refined, the longsword will be specially magnetized, allowing it to apply a magnetic force of 270,000 jin.
This is a terrifying tenfold increase, and the boost to combat power is unimaginable for ordinary people.
Unfortunately, these flying swords only achieve their levitation effect based on his Human Body Magnetic Field; they cannot detach from him and therefore cannot support his flight.
It's like no matter how strong a person is, they can't lift themselves off the ground by pulling on their own hair.
According to his estimation, to achieve sword flight, one must activate all Seven Po Magnetic Field and merge them with the Great Magnetic Field of Heaven and Earth, relying on the power of the heaven and earth's magnetic field to do so.
Therefore, the journey of cultivating this kind of pretentiousness is still long and arduous!
"Is that the alien army's camp ahead?"
Upon arriving at a small hillside, Wang Hao met up with Abbess Qingmiao, who was already waiting there. He then surveyed the endless rows of Mongolia yurts in the distance, which was the encampment of the nomadic army of the grassland tribes.
It is said that when people pass by, there are thousands of people, let alone now there are millions of people gathered there. Moreover, the grassland army basically has one person riding multiple horses. In addition to using them for their own combat, the remaining horses are used to carry spoils of war.
That makes even more!
"This is a topographical map of this area, covering a radius of about 100 li!"
Abbess Qingmiao took out a detailed map that she had prepared beforehand, unfolded it for Wang Hao to see, and began to explain, "These Tartars are quite cautious. They know that this southward march is unusual, so they did not rush in. Instead, they sent out a large number of scouts to investigate the situation outside, while the main army is stationed here."
The terrain here is flat, making it difficult to ambush. Moreover, the enemy commander is a master of military strategy, and his encampment is perfectly laid out, preventing us from finding an opportunity to infiltrate..."
Knowing that time was of the essence, Abbess Qingmiao did not dare to delay and quickly recounted all the information she had gathered.
"These people really know how to pick a location!"
After listening to Abbess Qingmiao's information, Wang Hao carefully examined the map and the markings on it indicating the locations of the grassland army's garrisons. A sinister look appeared on Wang Hao's face.
It seems the heavens are determined to destroy that million-strong grassland army!
The terrain here is quite unique. To the north is the Yellow River, which is hundreds of meters wide, to the east are continuous mountain ranges, and to the west is a tributary of the Yellow River. Although it is less than a hundred miles long, its width is quite frightening, reaching more than two hundred meters.
The mountains and rivers on both sides meandered around the area, leaving only a flat area several miles wide on the south side, and the trees on this flat area had long been cut down by the grassland army.
Such a large gap essentially eliminates the possibility of being blocked here. Moreover, being backed by the Yellow River eliminates the need to consider water supply issues and also avoids the risk of someone poisoning the water source.
After all, that's the Yellow River, one of the Taiga in Huaxia. No one can successfully poison such a massive Taiga.
However, just because others can't plug this gap doesn't mean he can't. Luckily, he has prepared a large amount of tear gas that can come in handy.
"A large quantity of medicine will be delivered shortly. The nun only needs to place it at this breach and in the eastern forest to create smoke, which will halt the advance of the alien army. The rest is up to me."
After calculating the time, Wang Hao prepared to set off.
Because those tear gas drugs require a large amount of residue as the main ingredient, they were not yet prepared when he left, and it would take at least another Tokiomi to transport them here.
He didn't want to wait any longer, because he knew from Abbess Qingmiao's intelligence that the nomadic army of the grasslands had abducted a large number of young women for their own pleasure in the border region north of the Yellow River. At this Tokiomi, those compatriots were suffering unimaginable hardships, and under these circumstances, he didn't want to wait a moment longer.
Although taking action so early might cause some unforeseen circumstances, it's worth it as long as it creates chaos and allows our compatriots to temporarily Sea of Bitterness.
"Master, those boats are yours to manage. Xie Feng, go and guard that pontoon bridge. Before the tear gas arrives, don't let the bridge break, and don't let anyone cross it. Also, have your men guard the north bank and intercept anyone swimming across the Yellow River."
Taking a deep breath, Wang Hao gave the order to Abbess Qingmiao Xie Feng, and then he rode his steed quickly toward the alien army's encampment.
Dingzhen hurriedly called for the Big White beneath her and the many huskies behind her to follow, carrying the longswords that Wang Hao needed.
War is imminent!
This will be an unprecedented war!
An epic battle where one man fights against an army of millions!
It will also be an unprecedented battle that will shatter this world's understanding of the limits of martial artists' combat power.
This battle will usher in a new era unique to martial artists, and will inevitably set off a martial arts craze, gradually forming an unstoppable trend!